a spycat rendevous

My sources say you are a true daughter of Mata Hari my Little One...make no fuss, take no action...we will escape our cage soon enough.

All is not yet revealed...but for now...be sure to act as babyfied as you can, Ma Petite Chou Chou...
until such time as my signal alerts you!

When Leos Fly South for the Week

Today Lim is purring over a blog he's discovered to have LIVE! Kitty Cams at Lisa Violet's Diary where Lim vows never to miss luscious Tummy Tuesdays ever again.

Perhaps Lim qualifies as one of those Bad Kitty Cats too! Ya think?

Meanwhile, Mr.A.Cat has phoned in a new lim (as threatened) which I post here as per Mr.A's request--in honor of the President's journey to South America this week with $millions$ in US taxpayers' dough in tow and trade deals on his pretty mind:



When Leos fly South for the week
with Latino noses to tweak
they take big fat checks
to hang 'round their necks
and pray that some poll numbers peak.

Yet projects back home have to suffer
while Georgie goes playing the fluffer
with trade deal or three
and touts on tv
our middle class lives get much tougher.


A.Cat



(Typist's Note: yeah thanks, George, for letting down the Katrina and Rita folks as you continue selling out US workers with your outsourcing madness. -jc)

A Limo on the Hill

This time Mr.A.Cat has left a late-night v-mail to coerce me into typing out this short verse specially for those who watch Washington with horror as does he.

And Mr.A wishes to send a hearty meow-meow to his new friends, Aloysius, an honorable cat-poet of merit who slinks about and snoozes daily upon Catymology...and to the excellently muffed Merlin, who knows all about Bad Kitty Cats as well he should:


When lims take a turn for political
and Washington's so hypocritical
the wealthy and shrill
are looting our till
like bugs on a grill parasitical.


Mr.A.Cat

(who knows them all too well--jc)